>>36701248
Heya Harlod!

>>36701248

You are Grey: son, friend, partner, and aspiring Trainer.

Half a week, now, separates you from the beginning of your Trainer Tour. You have to say that, so far? It’s a lot different than the lonely days and nights or slogging through the wilderness; fighting wild monsters; and bitterly clawing for a top spot. That’s what you expected. You didn’t expect to have made friends, helped others, caught Pokemon, and battled a “rival,” and overall had a lot of fun and excitement. It’s great so far, even when you’re shoveling shit.

Which is what you just got done doing.
Your arms ache, your clothes are caked in sweat and dirt; it was all you could do pulling off your heavy shit-covered boots. Several hours you had been shoveling; There were several stables, and after the first you nearly set wheelbarrow you were using on fire. It had initially surprised you that any even had an old fashioned wheelbarrow anymore. You questioned Math about it when he initially led you to its location. He only responded that the Rangers think it builds character. You had a long time to grumble over “building character,” and places where Math could shove his.

>cont.

>>36701306

Thankfully, you had a reward to look forward to. A sleek, deadly, tantalizing green reward. Also, Mittens had been helping where she could (even after an intense training session). You had tried to shoo her away, but your Espurr was insistent. You were more proud of her with every heap she mentally shucked into the wheelbarrow. For an hour or so Dani helped you, and Nick even brought over some bottles of water and chipped in himself. You bid Dani goodnight before the last hour of work, telling her to get some rest and enjoy herself. She hadn’t set her sights on a Scyther.

You and Nick, though? Definitely looking to catch some killer bugs.

Your conversation together had been long, and sometimes heated. Dieting regimens for various species; training procedures and best practices; team construction; how best to quickly produce a Scizor; and before Nick excused himself to bed you spent a good amount of swearing and frustration arguing about who the best FRNA (Federated Regions of North America) champion was.

Now, though? It was just you and Mittens. Tired, dirty, and exhausted you dragged yourself into a shower, and you only did so with but a few grunts of inquiry and thanks to the nurse on night duty. You’d apologize to her later, but you were just too tired to feel any sort of empathy at the moment.

That shower, though? Sweet, sweet warm water. It felt so good that you practically melted onto the side of the shower stall. A groaning, happy, soaked mass just standing and enjoying that water.

You were only knocked loose from the clutches of your wet revelry by a knock on the stall wall, and then a voice.

“Should I expect you to ever join me?” You turn your head, rubbing some water of your eyes to see Dani standing before you in her pajamas. “Or are you enjoying yourself in here to much?”

>cont.

>>36701331

You’re too tired to talk, damnit. You hope she can translate the words of the exhausted:

> “Grumble gruntgrunt grumblegrunt” (I’m too tired to move. I’m staying right here in the shower.)
>”Grumblegrunt…? Grumblegrumble.” (Do you mean “join you?” Of fucking course I will.)
>””Gruntgrunt grumblewumble”(Do you think I can get away walking around with no pants on? I’m too tired.)

>>36701348
>”Grumblegrunt…? Grumblegrumble.” (Do you mean “join you?” Of fucking course I will.)

>>36701348
>”Grumblegrunt…? Grumblegrumble.” (Do you mean “join you?” Of fucking course I will.)

>>36701348
>”Grumblegrunt…? Grumblegrumble.” (Do you mean “join you?” Of fucking course I will.)

>>36701348
>>”Grumblegrunt…? Grumblegrumble.” (Do you mean “join me?” Of fucking course you should.)

>>36701448
>>36701434
>>36701383
>>36701365

Hmmm. This vote is close. Might need a tiebreaker.

>>36701556
>””Gruntgrunt grumblewumble”(Do you think I can get away walking around with no pants on? I’m too tired.)

>>36701556
>””Gruntgrunt grumblewumble”(Do you think I can get away walking around with no pants on? I’m too tired.)

>>36701575
>>36701594
Oh Anons.

>>36701556

Your mind churns through a sort of mental molasses: you are naked, right? You were showering. Shower good. Now, Dani is here and you are naked. Dani mentioned something about “joining?” That sounds suspiciously a lot like sex. Sex.

Suddenly, your mind has reached something it can lash onto and obsess about; where before you had no energy you, well, still have no energy: but now you’re also getting horny. You look up and down her body, blinking against your fatigue and the steady spray of water bouncing off your head. Then you look at your pale ass before looking back at Dani. It dawns on you that this is the first time a girl has seen you naked like this, and you blush a bit. Dani wiggles her eyebrows.

“So? Should I leave you here?” You shake your head no, and she laughs. “Why aren’t you talking?”

You moan and grumble a bit at Dani, who just laughs harder. “I knew you would be too tired!” She shuts the shower curtain. You hear the steady plopping of bare feet on tile as she walks away. “I guess I rented that room for nothing tonight…”

Sex. Yes. Grey want sex. “Wait!” In a series of quick motions you twist the faucet closed, throw open the curtain, and start after Dani. “I’m totally awake now!” You catch her in the hallway, and she turns back to you, giggling, before quieting at the sight of you. Man, it’s breezy in here…

In an alternate life you might have remembered to throw a towel on, but by the time you realize that you’re already out the main door to the men’s showers. Nobody should be around, right? Pants only get in the way!

>Engage in sexytimes, sleep be damned
>You need sleep so that you can be at the top of your game tomorrow!

>>36701866
>You need sleep so that you can be at the top of your game tomorrow!

>>36701866
>Engage in sexytimes, sleep be damned
Seriously we're worked up now we won't be able to sleep.

>>36701866
>Engage in sexytimes, sleep be damned

>>36701866
>Engage in sexytimes, sleep be damned
We can handle both right...lastime we even made breakfast...

>>36701866
>Engage in sexytimes, sleep be damned

biology demands it!

Another tie. How odd.
>writing

>>36702026
It's good to know that my votes count as much as everyone else combined.

>>36702026

>I’ll pastebin the sexytimes later!

You wake up with a dry mouth and the fingers of sleep gripping at your skull. It’s not the worst headache you’ve ever had; nothing some coffee won’t fix.

Dani is sprawled on the bed, white and tan sheets done up in a messy ball that covers about half of you and not much of Dani. She seems to have a tendency to ball up sheets in her sleep when she isn’t cuddling into you. You slept:

>As the big spoon, arms wrapped up tight around her.
>As the little spoon, with Dani’s arms and legs draped over you uncomfortably
>Write-in

Trying to get up and into the bathroom (you really had to pee) without waking your girlfriend was damn impossible, so you gently just lifted her body and slid her aside. The movement must have translated into her sleep, because she rolled over and grabbed your head with her arms, hot morning breath rolling over your face. Perfect.

“Mmmgh… Grey….” Hm? You shifted a bit at that; you didn’t think she could snore while awake. “Mm. Grey…. Love… you….”

Oh. Well, then.

>Listen in more
>Wake her up
>”Awww. I love you too, my little Slaking.”
>Write-in

>>36702176
>As the underspoon, Dany lying over your like a puma in a tree

>Listen in more
Just bask in it. Good for the self-esteem.

>>36702176
>Write-in
haphazardly, most likely sideways.
>Listen in more

>>36702176
>As the big spoon, arms wrapped up tight around her.

>Listen in more

>>36702176
>As the big, manly man spoon, arms wrapped up tight around her.
>Listen in more.

>>36702176
>>36702197
This anon knows what I like...

>Listen in more

changing my vote from
>>36702206
to
>>36702197

>writing
>Puma-style wins. How kinky.

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>>36702485
Rowr.

>>36702485

You take your arm that is now underneath Dani and lift, rolling her onto your stomach. It takes the breath out of you a bit, but it’s worth it to be part of such a warm, intimate embrace. A yearning in your body and soul tells you that you could wake to her smile, her snoring, and her beautiful, beautiful breasts every morning and never get tired of it. It's a thing of pure bliss: The way her bottoms hang off the curve of her ass; the tightness of her shirt against her breasts; but also the dark freckle under her right eye and the way her bangs sway with her breathing.

A part of you is nervous, tense. This is so foreign. Yet, another part of you is happy; nervously happy. Her softer, smaller body fits into yours well; your slight erection pushing against her hips aside, this is actually very comfortable. You don't want to shatter this happiness in its quiet fragility.

“Mmh…. Grey….” Dani’s mumbling again. You just lay back and listen. “Ooh… ther..e…” You have to stifle a giggle. She’s such a heavy sleeper! You’ll have to pray nothing ever attacks you out in the wilds while she’s sleeping – Dani would never wake up.

>Entertain her a bit. Tease her most sensitive bit: her nipple. “Right here?”
>Kiss her face and neck until she wakes up.
>Roll your hips against her. You’re too horny to resist.
>Write-in

You whisper a “Do you love me, Dani?” into her right ear, softly licking the tip before adding a “…do you think I’m awesome?”

She shifts a bit, snore catching, and seems to agree with a “mmmhm” before delving into silence once more. You just bask in the knowledge that, well, apparently she “loves” you. Or, at least, she loves what you’re doing in the dream.

Once you’ve had enough, you…

>Invite her for a shower to wake up.
>Surprise Dani with coffee.
>Go grab some breakfast for 2 + a shitton of Pokemon
>Write-in!!!

>>36702708
>Roll your hips against her. You’re too horny to resist.
>Invite her for a shower to wake up.

>>36702708
>Entertain her a bit. Tease her most sensitive bit: her nipple. “Right here?”

>Go grab some breakfast for 2 + a shitton of Pokemon

>>36702708
>>Entertain her a bit. Tease her most sensitive bit: her nipple. “Right here?”
>Invite her for a shower to wake up.

>>36702509
>something, something; hot Grey-on-cougar action.

>>36702770
>hot Grey-on-Persian action

FTFY

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>>36702770
It's all about the Persians.

>>36702708
>Entertain her a bit. Tease her most sensitive bit: her nipple. “Right here?”
>Go grab some breakfast for 2 + a shitton of Pokemon

At this rate, Dani'll wake up before Grey figures out if he wants to go for a shower or get breakfast.

>A bit of a tie, there (for realz)

If you can just shift to the right and slide your left hand over a bit, you’ll have perfect access to…

“Mmmh…!” The second you grasp the hard, perky mound between your fingers Dani’s whole body tenses. You watch as a couple of toes curl, and her hands clench at the sheets. You increase the pressure, and she audibly moans.

“Mm… Grey…?” She’s awake now, though still not fully aware, perhaps. “Didn’t you… Mm! Get enough last night?”

You don’t say anything; you just kiss her. Her hands find purchase on your arms and Dani pulls you into her. There’s a moment when your hard member finds itself pressing against a particularly sensitive area. You moan into the kiss.

Dani, not missing a beat, rolls her hips about your sensitive tip while moaning herself. You reach down, fingers slipping around her buttocks and dipping into the soft, warm folds below. Apparently she didn’t get enough last night either: she’s soaked.

You push away from her and the hot, aggressive tongue-war you were just waging for enough time to get out a "We really should see about breakfast, Dani." She nods before jumping right back into a kiss while thumbing at your pants; damn, it's hard being the responsible one!

"Maybe just a shower to start with?" More vigorous nodding on her part right as her fingers wrap around your "Pokeflute." You gasp. Dani bites her lip, grinning mischievously.

>Engage in a full out sex-battle; 1v1, bitch! No prisoners, and I have type advantage!
>Tease her about the things she was saying.
>Seduce da girl
>Play hard to get; hop in the shower before she can get herself off
>Write-in

>>36703265
>"Pokeflute."
"Will you blow my pokeflute?"

>>36703265
>>Tease her about the things she was saying.
>Play hard to get; hop in the shower before she can get herself off

>>36703265
>>Engage in a full out sex-battle; 1v1, bitch! No prisoners, and I have type advantage!
>pokeflute

>>36703265

>Engage in a full out sex-battle; 1v1, bitch! No prisoners, and I have type advantage!
>Tease her about the things she was saying.f
Whynotboth.jpg

>>36703265
>Engage in a full out sex-battle, 1v1, bitch! No prisoners, and I have type advantage!
Start things off with
>Tease her about the things she was saying.
to throw her off her game.

>>36703265
>Engage in a full out sex-battle; 1v1, bitch! No prisoners, and I have type advantage!

>>36703265
>Tease her about the things she was saying.

>>36703265

You’re not sure if you have the time for an hours-long romp like last night; you’ll have to make this quick. You might have to break out the 1HKO moves, even...

Dani tightens her grip again and rubs the heel of her palm against your tip, slowly and tantalizingly. “Fucccck, Dani.” Now it’s your turn to clench, twist, and curl your muscles into the bed. You look down, and she’s moving ever Southward; eyes full of lust and sass, daring you to challenge her. You don’t know where she finds this sudden confidence in bed but you get the feeling she’s becoming pretty proud of her sexual abilities.

You’ll have to show her what’s what!

Dani is shifted rightwards and over by your hips. She giggles and tries to get a hold of your ass, hanging out of your pants by this point. She doesn’t have the weight or leverage to match you here, though, and “I have type advantage! HAHA!”

You pounce, hands at Dani’s sides and fingers moving in a dangerous dance. “I use tickle! It’s super effective!”
Dani descends into a laughing, writhing mess; you use her temporary Paralysis to your advantage and pull her shorts off. The sights underneath are naturally beautiful; pink folds, well-trimmed, glistening; something about the sight is just sexy to your primal core. You dive in, hands sliding down Dani’s thighs and lips working in a traveling dance down her legs. Her moans fill the air of the rented room. Her fingers wrap around sheets, bedpost, your hair: whatever she can find.

Before you take the final plunge you whisper to her “I. Heard. You.” You punctuate each word with a closer kiss. “In. Your. Sleep…!”

>cont.

Dani opens an eye, embarrassingly asking… “W-what did you hear?”

“Mm…” You lap a tongue upwards; slowly, so slowly. You enjoy her taste. “Let’s just say… I know you ‘love’ something…” whatever response she might have had was consumed in the action of your lips wrapping around her clit. Conscious thought was lost to Dani at that point.

“And…” you leave her trembling, red-hot center for a moment to gloat. “I win this battle, Trainer.” Dani just closes her eyes, moaning. She’s gone, now. All that’s left to her is the cold fire of an orgasm running through her nerves, and the peaceful emptiness that follows.
No girl can resist the effects of the Pokeflute.

“… ‘Cuz it’s always super effective, bitches.”

“Shut up, you sexy dumbass.”

>>>>

After Dani had a chance to recuperate from that slaughterfest (no prisoners are taken in bed), you both peeled off what little clothing remained and hit the showers. The practical matters of soaping, scrubbing, and cleaning were attended to, of course. But there was much time to enjoy this as well.

Where your performance in bed was ruthless (albeit effective), the shower that followed was calm, friendly, and warm. Another perk of the rented room was the private bathroom and the large shower inside.

You took several long minutes to just with Dani underneath the rain-style showerhead, her arms stretched above her head and laced around your neck. You marveled at the smoothness of her skin, and the ways her muscles moved and tightened. You could only see her beauty; you wondered what it was like for her when looking at you. What did she see? Your hands drifted in lazy, soapy circles around her abdomen. You chatted, kissed, touched, and were happy.

>"What do you think of me, Dani?"
>Bring up the love matter seriously
>Say you… love her. Maybe?
>Say you love her.
>Leave it alone.
>Write-in

>>36703780
>"What do you think of me, Dani?"
>Say you… love her. Maybe?
>But its hard, I don't have any experience with this sort of thing, so I need a bit of time to make sure if this is love.

>>36703780
>Say you love her.
No pussy-footing.

>>36703780
>Say you love her.

>>36703780
>>"What do you think of me, Dani?"
>Say you love her.

>>36703780
>Say you love her.
>"What do you think of me, Dani?"

>>36703833
That was so sweet, anon.
I-it's not like I'm crying or anything, t-though!

>>36703780
>"What do you think of me, Dani?"
>Say you love her.

>writing

So who else wants to go on a date after Scyther hunting?
This thread feels like one gaint death flag.

>>36704127
We've had it vaguely planned that we take Dani out when we get back to Jay City for a while now

>>36704296
Along with a getting a ribbon or something for Mittens...

Your fingers trace up the length of Dani’s arm before finding their place in her hand; your fingers intertwining with hers.

You bring her arm down, then the other, to rest under her chest; you stand there, embracing her from behind and kissing her neck softly. She hums, eyes closed and content. You feel the tensions melt away from her, but only feel it slightly build inside yourself: you have something you want to say, things you want to ask. Should you?

Should you? Should you fracture something so special? Should you risk breaking a relationship and having no idea on how to put it back together? You couldn’t ignore Dani like your mother; couldn’t bury that pain. That would be too much. You have to hold onto her.

And that’s what you do: you wrap your arms around her. You feel the water hitting your skin in a steady rhythm; feel her breathing against you; feel your own heart beating faster and faster. You screw your eyes shut, head nestled into Dani’s shoulder. Fuck, why do you always feel so weird like this after sex? Isn’t sex supposed to be great? Fun? It was, yeah… but why are you so confused?

>cont.

>>36704366

“I love you, Dani.”

You blurt it out, and it hits the atmosphere you’ve cultivated in the shower like a hammer. As soon as it leaves your lips you regret it, wishing you could drag it back inside you and all the broken pieces of this little paradise with it. But, no: that taint that you spread to all things in your life is already out there, like a black ink poured into the shower; spreading, tendrils running over your feet and drops of it falling onto your head. Dani’s covered in it, you’re covered in it; pretty soon everything will be covered in it just like back home. You’d open the front door and be hit by that poisonous atmosphere that would choke up your lungs and addle your brain. Anger, pain, sadness. And you’re just going to spread it to Dani-

“I love you too, Grey.”

You lift your head; your eyes searching her body, her face, her neck for any signs of lying or betrayal. Is she just saying that like your mother? But, no. Dani means it. You can see the vulnerable love in her eyes. It draws you in; the hooks are deep. You desperately want to love someone back. You need this, and that scares you. You stand there, imploring to Dani with your eyes: let me love you, please. Dani must be worried about your silence, because she speaks up again.

“I-if you said that because of… because of what I muttered in my sleep, you don’t have to.” She slowly turns to face you, her voice a soft whisper floating between you. “Say you love me, I mean.”

“But I do.” You nod, gaining some confidence. She’s just as scared as you. “Love you. I love you, a lot. I’ve never loved someone before.” Her eyes answer you. Quiet, open, welcoming. She kisses you on the cheek.

“Ever.”

“Me neither.”

“I love you, Dani.” You kiss her on the lips this time; the water’s gone cold at this point, but you don’t care.

“I love you too, Grey.”

>>>>

>Anything you want to do before the hunt?
>Call someone
>Read something
>Talk to someone

>>36704426
>Talk to Best cat

>>36704426
>Anything you want to do before the hunt?

Cuddle quietly

>>36704454
sorry, I should have said partner.

>>36704426
>Read something
Read up on Scyther behaviour, like their hunting habits, the times they operate at, how many hunt in a pack, what their nest would look like, tips for spotting scythers from afar

Also this >>36704454

>>36704473
i second this but with mittens and Dani

>>36704426
>>36704454
How 'bout a prep n' pep meeting with the whole gang...

>>36704426
>Talk to someone
Our pokemon. Maybe do a pep talk and get them pumped up and ready.

>>36704493
this

>>36704426
Talk to you mos get em motivated and if there time before or after Cuddle with Dani and Mittens.

>>36704644
Don't you have other wizard-y things to do, Soros?

>>36704680
As Head Diviner he knew you were going to say that.

No tie this time, mhm. Definite winner. Mhm.

>Breakfast
>Pep talk
>Cuddle with Mittens and Dani
>Read up on Scythers

This sound good?

>>36704680
Multi-tasking and sorry forgot to erase name better?

>>36704697
>This sound good?
Yes

>>36704697
sounds great!

>>36704697
Sounds like a man with a plan.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>36704697
Rolling for GOD-TIER BREAKFAST

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>36704813
Nah nah, you gotta fry it like this...

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>36704697
Food!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>36704832
get on my level scrubs

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>36704893
Ohsnap. Confirmed for Master Chef.

>>36704893
I believe food wins

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>36704893
We make ambrosia!

>>36704893
You goddamned kids with your goddamned crits, and I didn't even ask for rolls!

Why you gotta do this to Mama Herald, hm? Why?

Now I have to come up with some John Galt-level bullshit cooking scene. I was gonna skip over breakfast, but NOOOOO!

>>36704978
Mr. 100 here if you want to save it for a motivational speech or for our ambush i'm fine with that.

>>36704978
I literally just finished the archive of that quest. It was fantastic.

>>36705002
>"If you wanna just give us Scythers now.... we won't complain or anything!"


I'm just kidding, Anon. Good roll, even if you are a dick for rolling in the first place. I still love you.

>Nah, just writin'

>100
>How you walk around: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tJoIaXZ0rw

If you had any friends to text – hell, if you had any friends to speak of, really – you’d totally text or call them or something; you’re in love, and you have to tell somebody about it. You’re pretty sure that’s how you react in this situation. Maybe make a post on MyBook? Nah… You never liked that site anyhow. Too much drama.

ANYWAYS! Dani loves you! This is the most serious relationship you’ve had ever. That’s not even considering your relationship with your parents, ‘cuz your dad is dead and your mom’s a coldhearted bitch that hates looking at you!

You’re so happy right now, that doesn’t even get you down this time!

>>>>

You settle Dani in the room with the ‘mons, telling all of them that you’ll be back soon with some food. As you make your way downstairs, you consider all the options in front of you: Buy a digitized meal? Grab something from the cafeteria? See about whipping something up yourself?

Hell, you’ll whip something up yourself. Maybe make some heart-shaped pancakes for Dani. Maybe make her initials in bacon. Shit… what are her initials? D2? D2795? That’s a lot of bacon.

When you walk into the café proper, you find the regular breakfast bar set up and the entranceway to the volunteer or free kitchen. Some trainers are pretty picky about what they feed their teams, so might as well let them kick that shit themselves, right?

You dig through implements and ingredients, getting everything together to make…

>’Murican breakfast
>Full “English” breakfast
>Gimme something Asian, bitch!
>Write-in!

>>36705379
Options also suggested to me:

>Baked Alaska
>A souffle
>Crepes

>>36705379
>’Murican breakfast
Land of the free and home of the Braviary
Add in a baked Alaska for theme.

>>36705379
>’Murican breakfast

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>>36705379
Baked alaska! that's totally breakfast food!

>>36705379
FULL "Scottish" Breakfast
Haggis, blood pudding, sausage, bacon and eggs

>>36705430

Grey:
>"What the hell am I doing".jpg
>"Holy shit, it's on fire but it's delicious"

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>36705379
>Full “English” breakfast
Because I'm nothing if not bloody patriotic.

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>>36705379
I only know two out of those three but
>ALL THREE

>>36705379
>>Full “English” breakfast
No better start to a day than a plateful of dead pig.

>>36705379
>’Murican breakfast
Make sure we get some fruit though for our less carnivorous companions...
>>36705451
I'm just imagining Grey jumping all around the kitchen flipping things around (and apparently lighting stuff on fire) while there's just this one guy who's barely awake trying to make oatmeal the whole time...

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>>36705379
>’Murican breakfast
wait, we are in the southeast right? Biscuits with gravy, country ham, cinnamon rolls, grits... I'm hungry now.

>"Captain! We've got a tie on our hands, sir!"
>"Well goddamn it, private! Hoist the sails and take her over! Now's the day you become a man!"

I'm just going to do everything. Fuck the haters.

>>36705571
Grey's in love, bet its that ranger guy we helped too.

>>36705601
"Grey, why'd you make so much stuff?"
"The voices in my head couldn't stop tying their votes."

>>36705601
I love this

>>36705601
so perfect

>>36705601

>>>>

They say that once every 20 years, the culinary leylines meet at a point in the universe. They say that whosoever attempts to cook while near this conflux of powerful gastronomical energy shall be imbued with the power of greats such as Anthony Bourdain, Alton Brown, and that Guy with the Beard.

Many have allegedly seen the results of such a conflux; fewer claim to have tasted such treasures; it is rare to meet one who can claim to have been touched by the cooking Gods themselves.

You? You are one such man.

By the fabric of your apron and the metal of your spatula you baked, fried, roasted, and boiled. You cooked with your heart; and once that had been parboiled sufficiently you cooked with your body; and after that had sufficiently browned and seared you cooked with your very spiritual essence. The pale light cast by the overhead lights began to flicker as you stirred the batter for your masterpiece: a Baked Alaska cake cleverly spiced and flavorfully balanced. It was your pizza-de-la-restaurant, or whatever that French expression is.

You set it to bake, meanwhile tending to the other five ovens you had going; not to mention the stoves you had occupied…

A guy, about your age wearing sweats and a long-sleeve came shuffling in about halfway through, asking to borrow one of the stoves. You must not have heard him while you were busy laying out the pancake batter in a likeness of Mittens. After a couple attempts he grabbed you by the shoulder, shaking you lightly and making you mess up the left pancake-ear. Bitch!

>CONT.

>>36705931
>pizza-de-la-restaurant, or whatever that French expression is.
Geezus Herald, I was taking a drink and you almost made water come outta my nose...

>>36705931

“’Cuse me, man. Need to make some oatmeal.” You turn to him, piping instrument clenched in your hands and rage burning in your eyes. “Can I borrow a stove?”

You raise the pipette full of batter in his direction. You wave it a bit, business-end pointed at the chest of the would-be interloper. He takes a step back, eyeing you with fear and apprehension; he raises his hand, as if to stop you. You cut him off, as you are a man in love, and you HAVE THINGS TO BAKE!

“You think you can just stop me while I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF DELICIOUS?” >>>

Whe

“W-W-what?”

You gesture with both hands to the culinary masterpiece you have developing. “DELICIOUS! Look at this, you fool!” He looks, then shrugs. “Nothing you ever do will come close to what I have singlehandedly accomplished here, and you aim to stop me so you can make… you can make some fucking oatmeal?” You smack the “Cinnamon Simisage!” box out of his hands. "Do you have something against love, Benedict?"

"W-What-?"

"BENEDICT, bitch! I'm pretty sure it's the name of this famous traitor guy, cause you're trying to ruin my breakfast of LOVE!"

"W-w...what?"

"LOVE, motherFUCKER! Do you feel it?"

"...WHAT?"

You take the pipette and squeeze, nailing this culinary-illiterate swine in the forehead with batter. You just shot him, effectively wasting a perfectly good crepe, You hope he's happy.

You yell at him again when you see that he's standing there, dumbstruck. “OUT!” He flinches, then steps towards the door.

“Get OUT! Get out and I might just let you have some of this epic meal, homeslice!”

“H-H-homeslice!? What does that even me-“ You slam the door on him. You have no time for such stupidity.

>Cont.

>>36706048
be thankful you where not eating. I once had sandwich stuck in my nose.

>>36706092

When you finally emerge from that kitchen of heaven - or was it Hell? You have a veritable feast of the Gods laid out for your friends and team. At the head of the table sits Dani wearing a bib which you insisted on tying round her neck. Nick sits next to Mittens and Sonny, both of whom seem to be drooling onto the tablecloth.

"G-Grey...? You really made all this?" Dani seems... overwhelmed. It must be the love. "W-why is that cake on fire..?"

>Just taste MY DELICIOUS
>I did this for you, Dani. For. You.
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.
>Write-in

>>36706110
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.
Heheh

>>36706110
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.

>>36706110
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.

Alright fine, switching >>36706129 to
>Just taste MY DELICIOUS

>>36706110
>>I have no idea what to put as an option here.

>>36706110
>Just taste MY DELICIOUS
>I did this for you, Dani. For. You.
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.
>Write-in
Rip off shirt for good measure

>>36706150
>>36706135
>>36706129

You'll ALL suffer.

>writing

>>36706110
>Just taste MY DELICIOUS
cus I don't think he really expected us to pick the third one...

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>>36706110
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.
Grey has no idea what just happened. The dice gods just compelled him.

>>36706182
We really should offer some to that guy though...he just wanted some oatmeal...

>>36706195
and that's why you should pick it.

>>36706110
>Just taste MY DELICIOUS
>I did this for you, Dani. For. You.
>I have no idea what to put as an option here.

>>36706182

You’re slumped at the end of the table opposite Dani, Apollo and Nereid flanking you. Both of them have already begun digging in, being unable to help themselves.

On the upside, Nereid seems to have a much better attitude to you between the training last night and this meal. In between plowing through a bowl of baked beans she occasionally looks up at you, chirping and nuzzling against your arm. You have to tell her to get off the table repeatedly, but it’s progress nonetheless.

You sit there, chef’s hat in hand, and just stare. You don’t even know what happened; what DID happen? Did you… did you shoot your batter on a grown man? Is that why he’s sitting at this long table with you, avoiding eye contact? Are you possibly a cooking autist? Like a savant or something?

“Am… Am I Rain Man?” Nick speaks up to reply, his face covered in icing and his mouth full of cinnamon rolll.

“What was that, dumbass?” Even when he’s grateful for this delicious meal, he’s still a dick.

“Hey, hey Nick.” He looks over at you, then down to where you point with a finger. “Look at those pancakes I made for you.”

He picks up the plate, inspecting them carefully. “They… I think they spell ‘DICK?’”

“Yeah, cause you’re a dick. Now dig in.”

A piece of biscuit conks you on the head after that, and you look over to see Dani giggling at you before wagging her finger and shaking her head. "Just because you cooked an amazing meal doesn't mean you should be rude, Grey."

Nick offers a "thanks, Dani" but she just goes on to tell him that "you're still a dick, Nick."

"I love you, Dani."

"I know."

A little mental giggle rings through your head. "NickDick! NickDick!" Ah, yes. You love Mittens too.


>>>>

I have to head home and stuff. I’ll pick up when I get there. Discuss…. Something. I don’t know. It’s not like you guys listen to me anyways.

I love you all so much.

>>36706424
That was pretty good for a natural 100. Second still to the stretching scene in Harem Quest.

We should talk about our plans for the day. Gotta get that bug type.
Also be lovey dovey with Dani

>>36706493
When we catch Scyther, who is leaving the party?

>>36706547
Phoenicia or Nereid in my opinion

>>36706547
>probably one of our water types

>>36706424
So we must be confirmed master chef now that's two great breakfast in a row...or is that our only area of expertise...are we screwed if we have to cook lunch or dinner...

>>36706547
I am thinking the nereid. Squirtle is a way more tanky water type, which our team is needing more than damage.
Also, Blastoise>other shit

>>36706577
I'd vote for Nereid because we already have one water type and she isn't going to become a bird of flaming death

>>36706547
Wait, what? Why would someone need to leave the party? Pretty sure we can have more than 6 Pokemon, we just can't battle with all of them unless the enemy agrees to it.

>>36706660
Having more also puts extra strain on our battery

>>36706660
battery pack for the pokeballs. we should get another pack before we start carrying more

>>36706547
I'd box Sheldon because we got Bonnie to tank now and we don't need two water types...Nereid is really growing on me but I feel like everyone else want's to box her, so I'm okay with that too...
>>36706660
>>36706703
Can we use an electric type like Joltic to charge our batteries, Herald?...if so yes keep everyone...

>>36706760
I'm assuming we would need some sort of specialized equipment. otherwise there would be no point of having that sort of restriction, which I'm assuming is to keep our pokemon part from getting way to huge and unmanageable (in the training, balance sort of way)

>>36707259
Agreed...still just asking...

>>36706092
Oh god, mah sides!

>>36706424
I have returned.... AS FORESEEN IN THE PROPHECY!

>>36708850
Without your trip no less

>>36708850
False prophet!

>>36708850
This is me....

H-How embarrassing...

Any words of wisdom / bravery for your team before you head into gory, bloody death glory and catching some new Monsters?

>>36709168
Guys we've worked hard a long as we try our best those Scyther's won't know what hit them!

>>36709168
Make sure they understand the danger of the situation we are heading into, and that if they are not careful, we may all die. but if we all work together and watch each others backs, we can avoid getting hurt and may make a new friend.

>>36709168
>"Ladies and gentlemen. Gentleman. Man... Today is the day we take the plunge and seek out ferocious raptorbugs in the name of glory and hardcountering psychic types! Let us not fall back into oblivion just as we've begun to see the light! We WILL be victorious for I am Grey and by jove we'll have a jolly good outing!"
It occurs to me I should never be a public speaker

>>36709168
"Make sure you come back alive if you want to eat my cooking again."

>>36709168
Alright Guys here's the plan
1. Walk into the forest
2. Catch a Scyther
3. ?????
4. Profit!

>>36709168
Well first we should take everyone out and inform them on what we plan to do and make sure they feel up to it, especially our new guys...makes sure they know that this is a team job, that everyone has a job and needs to trust their teamates, also to follow orders (I'm looking at you Nereid) no running off as this is very dangerous...

>>36709342
You singlin' out Nereid? That's racist, mang.

Go ahead and keep adding whatever comes to mind. It's your last chance.

>writing

>>36709389
Just that we believe in them and our training, we prepared them for this and they should believe in their abilities...also that they won't be out there alone as we will have Dani and Nick to back us up...

>>36709389

Math makes his appearance around the top of the hour, at about 6. Aside from a few snide comments about the stuffing of faces and eating a last meal he doesn’t say much; he mostly just chews on a cigarette butt and drinks down some stale coffee. Everyone agrees that you’re all geared up sufficiently and ready, if not just anxious, to get going.

Math arranged for checking out a wagon from the compound and lashing his Rapidash to it; when you first catch sight of the “burning” horse it’s mighty impressive; the sleek, metallic sheen it has to its oiled coat is a sight to behold even in the dim morning. You and your crew (minus most of your Pokémon) hole up in the back of the wagon, with Dani and Mittens both nestled tightly with you.

“Hey, Dani?”

Your girlfriend looks up at you, and you brush a piece of hair out of her eyes.

“What do you think about me?” She quirks an eyebrow at that. “Like… What are your thoughts about me? What comes to mind?”

“Uh…” Dani knits her brow, looking off into space while thinking deeply. “Well, I think you’re kinda quirky, but sweet; talented and smart, too; you have a cute butt…” You tick that last one off your bucket list under “get told that I have a cute butt.”

“And you’re sweet. I know you feel like you have a hard time at it, but you can care a lot; you have a big heart under all that crazy. And you try so hard! For me, for Mittens,” your little Espurr nods at that, “and in general.”

>cont.

>>36709959

You hear a bit of a forced wretching sound, but when you turn to Nick? He’s clapping. Maybe sarcastically. Can people clap sarcastically? “The two of you make me sick to my stomach… but that was nice. I’d almost feel jealous if Grey wasn’t such a dumbass.”

You get a picture telepathically of a giant middle finger. You’re surprised Mittens understands that gesture; she really is growing up.

“What about me, Grey?” You turn back to Dani, who’s back to reading up on Scyther behavior and biology. “What do you think about me?”

>”I think you’re a clueless girl who’s too trusting of people and desperate for love.” (Brutally honest)
>”I think you’re awesome and I’d never want to face you in lucha.” (Friendly)
>”Well, when I can’t take my eyes off of you I’m thinking about you… You know, how pretty, sweet, and awesome you can be?” (Loving)
>Write-in

Comfy discussions aside, the two of you read a bit about...

>Scyther deaths
>Scyther attacks
>Scyther nesting practices
>Scyther communal behavior and hunting

>>36709996
>”Well, when I can’t take my eyes off of you I’m thinking about you… You know, how pretty, sweet, and awesome you can be?” (Loving)
>Scyther communal behavior and hunting

>>36710026
this

>>36710026
>>36709996
This is good.

>>36709996
>I think that you're just what I needed to feel more alive. You make my day.
Scyther nesting practises

>>36710026
Thats the choice for me
But I would add on that the way she works hard to take care of others also impresses you

>>36709996
>”I think you’re a clueless girl who’s too trusting of people and desperate for love.”
>Scyther communal behavior and hunting

>>36710266
That edge is as sharp as a Scyther's forelimb. I like your style, anon.

>writing

>>36710312
I like your butt.

>>36710312

You tell her that you like her personality; she giggles, and you ruffle her hair a bit with “I’m serious!”

“I appreciate how kind and caring you are; forget me, I see how much you care about taking care of other people. Myself included…” You drift off a bit, and Dani nuzzles back into your chest.

You look down at her and the sleeping Espurr curled up in her lap. “You care about me and help me feel; I’m living a lot more than I would be if I hadn’t met you on the train. I don’t feel as empty anymore. And there’s this whole thing of thinking about you when even when I manage to pull my eyes off of you, which is never.”

You totally scored some boyfriend points with that one. That was solid.

You and Dani talk at length while reading through both your SILPHone and her ‘Dex on any information relevant to the hunt that you can scrounge up. The ride is relatively smooth, the cart following the clear path following the main power line leading away from the compound and to the municipal power grid proper.

>>>>

When you finally reach the maintenance tower, the mood has changed from the comfortable warmth you had found in the wagon.

The area is quiet; perhaps not eerily quiet but certainly feeling so. The few Pokemon you see are relatively far off and remain flighty, timid. Maybe it's just your imagination, though.

You try to think back to the steady rocking and the conversation with Dani; just minutes ago it had been enough to bring you to ease, despite what lay in store for you. Now? It seems a distant memory, your nervousness and tensions steeling your senses.

You set to work, scoping out the area a bit and placing the bait; Apollo and Phoenicia had helped you nab two tiny deerling, and Math had an Ivysaur carcass on hand.

Not too much to do, you suppose: except wait.

>I’m gonna cut it here. I’m going to run tomorrow as an apology for not getting to the Scythers today. That sound good with everyone?

>>36710902
Its fine guy, thanks for running.

>>36710902
Sounds good, I look forward to it. Enjoy your evening.

>>36710902
As always, I'll follow up with a Q&A and chatting session from my mobile.

There's seriously no way that we can stall this thing any longer; it's happening tomorrow IRL. Scythers. Srsly. Be there. No Pinsirs, just Scythers.

I hope you guys enjoyed today. I'll try to run semiweekly, most likely short thread on Tuesdays and a longer one on Thursdays. This should be a good schedule work permitting.

Otherwise... Sorry for being a raging faggot. Lewd pastebins and cooking 100s make up for it, yeah?

>>36710902
It's fine, see you next Tuesday

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>>36710974
NO! NO IT DOES NOT! YOU JUST SHAT ALL OVER THIS QUEST! Just kidding of course, thanks for running and being a generally awesome person and QM. You're aces!

>>36710974
Good run Herald, and yeah they do. I'm off Tuesdays and Thursdays so yay!

>>36711000
I'm running tomorrow. For future reference, however, Tuesdays and Thursdays will be threads.


>>36711006
I-I'm so sorry, anon-husband-sama... P-p-please don't bbbeat me again...

>>36711041
*takes off his belt*
bend over.

>>36710902
>>36710974
>>36711041
Aye sir, sounds perfect to me...

>>36711041
did the 100 I roll for breakfast give our mons a morale boost?

>>36711113
Will this hurt you as much as it hurts me?

>>36711290
Probably, the whiplash is gonna be crazy

>>36711283

The quickest way to a pokemons heart is through its stomach.

Or a chainsaw. Chainsaws cut through most mammalian-based monsters very well.

>>36711365
Chainsaws, again through the stomach.

>>36711365
Chainsaws tend to solve most problems, if applied creatively enough.

>>36711365
Hmm we' should have gotten a chainsaw then. So It's Dani, Nick and Grey with ranger on the hunt. None of nick's buddies wanted to tag along?

>>36711505
We just need to find one of them turtles with the saws in side...

>>36711505
I'm pretty sure Nick managed to outdick his friends and lost them

>>36711542
I got the impression he was actually ditching them in favour of Grey masterrace being better competition

>>36711505
I skipped that portion, but yes. Neither max nor turner (God I hope that's their names I always forget) wanted to risk it. They didn't think their Mons suited, anyways.

>>36711505
Can you imagine it? Fighting off scyther packs with nothing but your steel grit and a chainsaw. It'd look kinda like a lightsaber fight, only the blades aren't glowing...

>>36711589

Nick sure is a dick.
We all know Nick is my self-insert. He may be a dick but he's gonna get all the pussy soon, right? Right. Cuz nothing is hotter than a regional champ!

>>36711647

If you guys vote to use a brownie point I can write the scene up with chainsaws and mittens as a Jedi.

>>36711854
Consider it done.

>>36711789
>Implying Grey won't sweep him with Mittens alone next time.

>>36711854
We have like 3-4 so sure write that up please Herald.

>>36711854
oh hell yes

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>>36711854

>>36711789
I personally don't think hes that much of a dick...
Maybe it's just because he reminds me a lot of my best friend, he just doesn't have my social graces...
though the last time I punched him in the face we ended up not talking for three years, but it's all good now (life's a crazy ride)...he'll prove his worth when the time comes...right?...

>>36712063
You never truly know how good your friend is until you're trying to survive a zombie apocalypse together